Harvesting The Fruits of Contemplation

"Each time we go to Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament, we touch His heart with our faith. Each Holy Hour we make in His Presence, each Mass we attend and Eucharist we receive, releases power and grace upon us, our families, our parishes, our country, our world. We pay thousands of dollar to doctors and psychiatrists to heal our bodies and minds, yet how often do we make a visit to the Blessed Sacrament, where for free we can receive physical, emotional and spiritual healing from our Divine Physician?  (Image Source: Wikimedia Commons ) A mystic who devoted her life to the Blessed Sacrament and whom the Pope beatified some years ago, Dina Belanger, said that if we really knew and understood Who was residing in the tabernacles of our Churches, we would have to have armed guards posted to the entrances to keep the crowds from overrunning the buildings. (Joan Carter McHugh from Feast of Faith )

“Contemplate Me in the prison where I spent the greater part of the night. The soldiers came and, adding words to injuries,   insulted Me, mocked Me, outraged Me, and gave Me blows on My face and on My whole body.   Tired of their sport, at length they left Me bound and alone in the dark and noisome place, where, seated on a stone, My aching body was cramped with cold. Compare the prison with the Tabernacle, and especially with the hearts that receive Me. "In the prison I spent only part of the night…but in the Tabernacle, how many days and nights? In the prison I was insulted and ill-treated by soldiers who were my enemies. In the Tabernacle most often it is they who call Me their Father who treat Me thus, but how unlike that of children is the treatment!   In the prison I endured cold, sleeplessness, hunger and thirst, solitude, and desertion. And there passed before My mind’s eye all the tabernacles where in the course of ages I should lack the shelter...